American Hero Donald Trump wants to build a 1.5 acre cemetery on the back nine of his golf course, presumably so the tottering old bastards that pay $300,000 for membership can just keel over once they finish, and he doesn’t have to call the police. In my imagination, it’s just an acre-and-a-half ditch that they roll bodies into, after he steals your watch, wallet and shoes.
Perhaps what’s even more grim is that what he’s considering charging isn’t even close to as expensive as it is in other, and I can’t believe I’m typing this, “high-end cemeteries”. Some places cost upwards of a million bucks to throw your bones in the ground and give you a dirty rock to carve your name in that birds shit on.
Granted, most of them will probably get shoved into vaults, practically BEGGING the zombie plague to ressurect them, creating a file cabinet of doom. But what do I know?